Carrying a small, delicate pistol, the old Norwegian man followed a young man who was the most well-armed rebel group in the neighborhood and the killer weapon that the Americans really relied on.

A month earlier, they had begun clandestine demining in a minefield laid by the Germans, digging dangerous mines out of the dirt. They only moved a small part of the place at a time, and retreated as soon as it was dawn, so they unknowingly cleared a hidden sneak attack path.

So the saboteurs now marched along this secret passage, which had not been detected by the Germans, and had not encountered any resistance from the Germans. Now the rebels from all sides are trying to get close to the targets in the mining area, attracting a large number of German troops. This also gave them the opportunity to travel all the way to such a place close to the core.

Dense gunfire came from afar, the characteristic sound of German machine guns echoing in the night sky, the heart-rending howls of those who had fallen to the ground, and the angry orders of German commanders. Before the American planes arrived, there was already chaos here.

The night here is no longer silent, and the dawn here will definitely not come quietly, and the German army's fighting quality has exceeded the imagination of all those who resisted. After an initial brief period of confusion, the Germans began to encircle and annihilate the rebels, who usually looked indistinguishable from civilians.

The phone at the headquarters was called, and General Kleist picked up the receiver, and a voice came from the other side of the phone: "Long live the Führer! Mr. General, we have stopped most of the saboteurs who are trying to storm the iron ore rough processing plant and the mine, and the gun battle is still ongoing, but soon the situation will be brought under control! We have absolute superiority in numbers and equipment! Please rest assured!"

On the other side, the phone from the radar station had also called, and after crossing the destroyer's radar detection cordon along the coast, the American planes were quickly approaching the Norwegian coastline: "General Catherine, the US planes are approaching, and the radar shows that a large formation of US planes is approaching. More than 100 of them!"

"The Helfa No. 5 radar station has detected the target, and the US aircraft squadron formation is already approaching the absolute defensive circle! All antiaircraft gun positions are ready to open fire!" The command group of the German ground antiaircraft artillery positions, which had received the early warning, all raised the telephone in front of them and began to contact the fixed antiaircraft gun positions that had been set up before.

In the sky, the American pilots had also been put on high alert on the turbulent plane, and all the weapon operators had stepped into their positions, recognising the surrounding scene with the help of vague outlines. They were flying in the clouds, unable to see their own feet, and by this moment they had crossed the Norwegian coastline and flew inland from the ocean.

"Judging by the course! We should have flown over Norway! All planes are ready to fight in the air! Turn on the battle lights, and all weapons are stocked! Beware of the enemy's anti-aircraft guns! Keep in formation! Don't spread out! Repeat orders! We must keep in formation, don't spread out!" In the headset, the captain suddenly broke the radio silence and gave the order to prepare for battle.

One of the Heavy stood in his place, slipped the chain into the barrel of the gun, then pulled a silver cross from the collar of his leather jacket, kissed it, and began to mumble prayers. It could be seen that he was very nervous, because this was his first time in the air.

In the dim moonlight, one by one, a thick large-caliber anti-aircraft gun barrel pointed straight to the sky, these 128 mm caliber anti-aircraft ultimate weapons, after a long and patient wait, finally waited for their prey. With one short and powerful command after another, these cannons quickly adjusted their direction, aiming the muzzle of the black hole at the direction of the Americans' attack.

"Boom!" The anti-aircraft artillery positions deployed near the coastal defense artillery positions along the coastline suddenly opened fire, and a huge roar was heard far and wide at once. After a brief burst of brightness, the anti-aircraft gun position was rapidly submerged in darkness. But before the vicinity of the anti-aircraft gun could be completely darkened, another cannon next door let out its own roar.

The huge shell was dragged to the extreme by the recoil of the cannon's ejection mechanism, and the chamber of the cannon ejected, and with a crisp thud, it fell to the cement base under the cannon. Before the anti-aircraft guns could be fully restored to their original positions, the German artillery pushed new shells into the chambers.

The skilled artilleryman immediately closed the bolt, and the cannon once again erupted into the sky with brilliant flames. The German air defense forces designed a loading power assist system for their artillery, which made it possible to load shells at a very fast speed when this weapon was in the air, achieving amazing shooting results.

As more and more American bombers flew deeper and deeper into Norwegian airspace, German anti-aircraft artillery positions began to attack these uninvited guests, because the current production of radio proximity fuses was very limited, so Norway had only a small number of these shells into battle.

A shell exploded near the American bomber, setting off a fire that illuminated all the nearby American planes, and by this moment of brightness, the American shooters on the side of the fuselage could see how large their aircraft formation really was. For a moment, he felt that there was no target that he could not destroy, and there was no opponent who could stand up to such a huge force.

On the distant ground, next to a 128-mm anti-aircraft gun that was constantly firing, the commander of the German anti-aircraft gun position, who was holding a telescope and looking at the sky, saw a different scene. He saw with his own eyes an American plane hit by an anti-aircraft shell, which fell to the ground in flames.

The engine of the plane had been hit by shrapnel from the shells, igniting a raging fire, and although the plane had no sign of falling, judging by the burning fire, it would definitely not be able to fly back to the distant Icelandic base. German anti-aircraft guns continued to fire tirelessly, while American planes continued to advance toward their targets.

"Hearts Formation! Follow your lead plane out of formation! Carry out the mission of bombing the steel factory! Spade formation! Keep your course, your goal is the merit mine! Square Formation...... Oh my God! No. 7 was shot down! They were shot down! The square formations immediately went south to bomb the port. Grass Flower Formation, Correct the course 17 degrees, continue to fly with me! Follow me to continue flying!" In the headphones of the American pilots, orders were given one after another, and the huge flight formations began to disintegrate and fly towards their assigned targets.

"Descend altitude! Descend altitude! Beware of the dark area below! There should be a five-pointed star-shaped illumination marker on the west side of our target! Beware of seeking! Beware of finding!" The commander of the leading U.S. bomber formation gave the order to attack while turning his head sideways to find the marker on the ground.

"According to the navigator's instructions, we should have flown over the target, Major! But it's pitch black here! No target found! No bombing target found!" the pilot of the other plane complained loudly over the radio.

As more and more German 88mm anti-aircraft guns were added to the sequence of anti-aircraft fire, the losses of American aircraft also rose in a straight line, and several B-17 bombers were hit by shells, dragging burning fires in the night sky and falling to the ground, and then crashing into the rolling Norwegian mountains, turning into a pile of burning debris.

A Norwegian worker in the factory dormitory leaned on the window and watched the fire rising in the sky, and walked to the bedside without saying a word. He lit his bed sheets with matches, and then sang the Norwegian national anthem, which he hadn't hummed for a long time, in front of the fire in his home.

Seeing the fire burning in the dormitory opposite, another female worker also struck a match and burned her favorite curtains. Her slightly pale face was brightened by the glow of the red fire, and the workers from England next door also hummed the familiar song "Heaven bless His Majesty."

After all, this is not a concentration camp, and the treatment is much better than that of a concentration camp. Matches are needed for smoking and cooking in the dormitory, and naturally there are too many things to burn to point the way for this American bombing. Who would have thought that these free workers, who usually lived in fairly good conditions, would raise the banner of rebellion at such a time? Beautiful shirts, flowery sheets, curtains and even gasoline set the house on fire. In short, in the chorus of songs, the people here ignite everything they can find.

"Stop them! stop these fools!" a German soldier standing downstairs in the dormitory heard the sobbing songs, he heard the sound of chairs smashing windows, and he saw the fires pouring out of the windows...... But what he may not have known was that from the sky, the fires here were already connected and looked magnificent.

"Shoot, take the men up, put out the fire!" a German officer shouted at his men in annoyance: "All the prisoners of war and workers in the whole camp will be killed! Raise the battle alarm! Go! Go!"

When he finished yelling, he looked up at the approaching American bombers and muttered, "It's over! It's all over now! These damn bastards, don't they want to live anymore? Hell! Contact General Kleist! The situation here is out of control! The workers ...... All rebelled!"

As he spoke, the officer drew the pistol from his waist: "Don't let any of them go! Shoot them all! Follow me!" Behind him, the Wehrmacht soldiers replied to him with the sound of pulling the bolt.